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Dark brows arched as he passed me. “Are you coming, or just planning to keep staring?”

“I’m not staring,” I lied.

A grin spread across his face. “That’s not what the drool on your chin says.”

Instinctively, I swiped at my mouth—then froze.

Gods-dammit.

Walked right into that one.

“Gods, I hate you sometimes.”

He beamed, positivelyglowingwith smugness. “Hmm. Just sometimes? That’s progress. Must be all the times I made you come.”

My jaw dropped. Heat boiled under my skin. That smug bastard.

“I take it back. I hate youallthe time.”

He pouted dramatically—somehow turning it into a sinfully sexy expression. That full bottom lip... Gods, I wanted to suck on it.

“You wound me, Princess. Cut me real deep.”

That one word—Princess—slammed into me like a bolt of lightning. The way he said it. The way it made my soulstir.

But I didn’t let it show.

Instead, I flipped him off.

Naturally, he ignored it. “So,” he drawled, “are you coming in, or not?”

“Not.”

His frown was instant. “Don’t make me come get you.”

Nowthatwas a threat.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.” Gods, I really hoped he was joking. “If you’re not in the water in five minutes, I’m coming to get you. Clothes and all.”

A pause. That roguish grin returned. “Or maybe I should just stop making you come?”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

He arched a brow—dark, daring. “Wouldn’t I?”

“Fuck. You.”

“I’m yours for the taking.” He left with that sinfully smug grin, leaving me torn.

Should I stay?

Or should I join him?

ChapterFifty-Six

Iwatched him saunter away, a smug look still plastered on his face. Gods, I hated him. The only upside? I got to check him out from behind.

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